“Shit!” he hissed, and I took a step back.
“I’m sorry—”
He picked them back up, and I stared at his shirt, which was now completely transparent, the droplets of water running from his hair down his neck.
The door finally swung open, and he nodded at me to go in before him.
I darted in, realising I was completely soaked. I was convinced if I took my boots off, water would cascade out of them.
Mr Silver shut the door, dropping his keys onto the side when he turned to me.
I shrugged my jacket off, which was now stuck to me, and I moved my hair out of my face.
“You’re saturated,” he murmured, “just a minute.”
He disappeared for a minute before returning with a fluffy towel, throwing it to me as I dabbed at my shirt pointlessly. He stood in front of me, watching me.
I suddenly felt exposed and tried to dry my hair.
Thunder boomed outside as the room lit up with lightning.
“A storm,” I said as he pointed at my shirt dress.
“I think you need to take that off.”
Erm, what?
“Are you being serious?”
“I don’t mean like that,” Mr Silver cut in, his eyes holding mine as he walked over to me. He spun me around so I could see myself in the reflection of the mirror, and my heart nearly stopped beating.
My dress had become a second skin, the white of it now exposing my white bra blatantly. But it wasn’t that. It was the way he looked beside me. He was taller than me—but then I’m smaller than most guys anyway. But together, we seemed...
“I know this isn’t entirely appropriate, but I may have a shirt you could wear. You can change in my room if you want?”
His voice was nervous now, and I noticed his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed, avoiding my gaze. I felt intense butterflies in my stomach as his fingers grazed along my back.
“Yes, if you’re sure you don’t mind.”
“This way.”
He walked before me, and I followed him up the stairs, trying not to lust over his incredible back muscles that rippled as he moved. He opened the door to what must’ve been his bedroom, and I hovered awkwardly in the doorway when he strolled in.
“This is my longest one. It should fit—”
He must’ve realised I wasn’t there because he walked back to the door, his eyes wide as he frowned at me.
“Do you need an invitation, Jain? What are you, a vampire?”
I found myself blushing as I giggled.
“Maybe.”
“I’m sure I’m scarier than anything you could be. Come into my bedroom, Jain.”
I tried to avoid his gaze, standing awkwardly in his bedroom as he tugged off his tie before unbuttoning his shirt. I stood staring as he undressed in front of me. His body was chiselled to perfection, and I tried not to drool as he pulled a thin grey hoodie over his head before he noticed me.
“Sorry, there’s some shirts on the bed. I’ll leave you to change.” He grabbed some joggers before leaving the room, closing the door behind him.
